Oh, Thursday, you challenge me so.
As a regular part of my lifestyle, I have an eating window. It’s typically noon to 7pm. I’ve been working out recently and it also is usually some time between 12 and 7.
Intermittent fasting isn’t new to me and I am also familiar with fasted workouts. I just hadn’t done one recently.
Today felt like a great time to do it!
I had started making my breakfast and suddenly I excitedly thought, “run fasted instead!” The sunnyish skies were starting to turn cloudy as well and I didn’t want to have to run in the rain and mud two days in a row.
The previous days were warm tho. Holy freaking hell, it had turned cold.
I’m out there in a tshirt and a jacket that is so thin, it might as well have been lingerie.
I start running.
Yesterday’s 20 minutes was so awesome, I’m certain I’m doing 30 today. At 10, I find myself reevaluating my expectations.
Because it starts freaking snowing.
I shit you not. But I run run run anyway. No way the universe is gonna break me.
I get to the 15 minute mark and I know I can make it to 20. I also know that when I get to 20, I will commit to 25.
At 16 minutes the screen on my phone goes dark and I can’t see to time the 15s/45s laps. Whatever. No biggie. I have a rough gauge. I run a few more laps and as I round the corner, I know I can check to see if maybe my phone is at 5%, which would explain the screen having gone dark.
Yep. My phone is dying. It illuminates long enough to show the 20 minute mark before powering off completely. Taking my music with it.
Mother. fucking. hell.
Now, a less opportunity-seeking woman may have crumbled at this prospect. It might have driven fear into the hearts of others. Some may have cried or called it quits.
I laughed.
Oh, I laughed so hard.
I see you universe. And I raise you. All in.
No music. No stopwatch. Snow falling around me. I ran the fuck out of that run.
At the risk of repeating myself here, I told you already–I’m fighting hard for this one.
Finally, my training wraps up. Exhausted, but proud, I head inside. Then the dogs freak out and it’s another 45 minutes before I can eat. Hilarity ensues as the lightheadedness makes my head swim.
I don’t mind. It added to the story that made up this fine Thursday of mine. May tomorrow be another amazing adventure!